Prayer for grandmothers

Father, I confess there are still rocks under my soil. Places where the gospel never quite got down deep. I have watched people fall away when hard times came, and I have grieved over them and prayed for them and seen some come back slowly. But I am not free of that shallow ground myself. At least the years have made me honest about where the rocks are. Send the roots down further today, Father. I do not need new spiritual experiences. I need the old true ones to go deeper. Let the verse I have known since girlhood take root in the worry I woke with. Let the truth I have held for decades feed me through the next hard phone call. I am not asking for spectacular growth. I am asking that the next storm find a deeper grip than the last one did. That is enough. That is more than I have any right to ask, and so, in Your kindness, You have already begun. Amen.